Dua Lipa - Cocoa Butter Kisses lyrics

Cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes

Cigarettes on cigarettes
My mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies
All my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses

Okie dokie, alchy, keep it low-key like Thor
Lil bro or he'll go blow the loudy
Saudy of sour Saudi
Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote
If I sip any Henny
My belly just might be outie
Pull up inside a huggy
Starsky & Hutch a dougie
I just opened up the pack, in an hour
I'll ash my lucky she just yelling "Fuck me"
Two weeks, she'll be yelling, "Fuck me"
Tonight, she yelling, "Fuck me"
Two weeks, she'll be yelling, "Fuck me"
Used to like orange cassette
Tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
And Chuck E cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces
Sing Jesus love me
Visine inside my eyes so my
Grandma would fucking hug me
Oh, generation above me, yeah
I know you still remember me

Cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes

I will smoke a little something
But I don't inhale everywhere that I go
Everywhere they be asking how's it going
Say the going gets well, go figure
Victor's light skinned
Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell
All praise to the God
God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL
Check, checkmate, check me
Take me to the bedroom
Let me know me well, I mean normally
You see Norma Jean wouldn't kick
It with Farmer Phil
But these kids these days, they get so high
Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll
'til they can't feel
Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated
My dick delegated
Rap Bill Bellamy, they shoulda never made it
Probably been dead or in jail
Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz
Asshole, absinthe up in that glass
Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong
We're brain dead, take a tug and then pass
Then pass

I think we all addicted
I think we all addicted, yeah
I think we all addicted
I think we all addicted

Cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes

Cigarettes on cigarettes
My mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies
All my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Cigarettes on cigarettes
My mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies
All my homies think it's dank
Cocoa butter kisses, I miss
My cocoa butter kisses, yeah